I played there in 1992, the year I turned 40. One of my partners, from Tennessee, has a close friend in Atlanta who was in the insurance business. He wasn't a golfer, but knew the locals who were. He told my partner "If your friend wants to play Augusta, have him get in touch."
I got in touch. At that time, the week after the tournament, the club hosted "Appreciation Week." They may still. During that week, selected members of the working press, volunteers, and club employees all had a day when they could enjoy the property as they wished. Some brought their families and fished the ponds. More played golf. Club employees could bring a friend to enjoy the day. As it happened, if you knew the right person, you could become a close personal friend of an employee and play the course. I said "Of course and how much?" "$600", he said.
Well needless to say this seemed the bargain of a lifetime. I asked him to put me on the list and let me know what to do.
He sent me the name of his friend, who had played this way for a number of years. I got a room in the Holiday Inn across the street, flew down and met him in the bar the afternoon before we were supposed to play. There were 2 other guys there with me. Our host took our money and sat down at a table across the bar with one of the older caddies from the club. We could see him talking, then getting a bit excited, and they both seemed to be having some kind of tiff. He finally came back over to us and said "Well, he decided he wasn't gonna take the $600, no, he wanted $900. So I told him he could go fuck himself."
We all went pale and felt faint.
"So," he laughed and continued, "he said he'd take the $600, no problem." I ordered a large whisky.
The next day I drove up Magnolia lane, and at the gate I gave my name. It was on the list. As I drove in, I felt like I was entering some kind of fantasy land. At the clubhouse, they couldn't have been nicer. I was given the name of my "friend" and our tee time. In the meantime, I was told to hit balls, play the par three, do whatever I wanted. First, I went to the pro shop. Now this was before any of the property expansion, so this was the member shop. My best find was a the club's edition of Clifford Robert's "The Story of Augusta National Golf Club", signed.
After the par 3, I headed to the tee. We were in carts, but I walked as my new best friend drove. He was 19, a skinny white kid and a member of the greens crew. After the first couple of shots it was clear her would shoot 120 if he played them all down. (He didn't, thankfully) I asked him "Where did you learn to play?" He said "Hell, I ain't never played anywhere but here."
It was a perfect day, a fun round, and when we finished a shop guy told us to head back out if we wanted to replay any holes or just start over and see how many we could get in. We went back to to and played through 15, then to 18 and done. When we returned as the sun was setting, the club had provided tables stacked with pizzas and kegs of beer. I was amazed at how we were treated as valued guests.
I hope someday to experience Augusta with a member, but this was absolutely an unbelievable day.